Raylan only paused once on his thrusts, in and when Malcolm was clenching so sweetly around him but as soon as he stared to relax, Raylan was moving again. Stick hand propped carefully on Malcolm's thigh, he pushed himself until his vision exploeded and he grunted, giving a few stalling pumps as he emptied himself.

Breath heavy, Raylan slowed to a stop, leaning his weight against Malcolm has he tried to catch his breath.

"Goddamn it I've missed you," he swore, bending down to steal a still hungry kiss. With another groan, he pulled back and carefully withdrew himself. One clean finger was held up at Malcolm.

"I'll get the towel." Walking off, Raylan quickly washed his hands in the sink and got a clean washcloth damp so he could clean himself, only to rinse and wring it out to bring it back to Malcolm. He dropped down onto the bed and one hand as he wiped Malcolm clean.